More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
